"On second thought, I'll sleep downstairs", You say. The farmer leads you into the kitchen, through the basement door and flights of fourteen stair steps. Its kinda of cold and odd smelling in here but you are tired so whatever. There is a cot in this empty area of a cluttered basement. The farmer hands you a flashlight to use to find your way to the light switch on the wall in your need it. You thank him. After the man leaves you fluff the bed up to make your self comfy and a half smoked joint falls out of the blankets. Apparently the last guest here left it behind. You smoke it down to nothing and you feel pleasantly high. You giggle at nothing and you drift off to sleep feeling swell.